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least idea which way to turn on leaving money. But that, of course, was the cave.
His companion, however, knew longer necessary. The mail had arrived the way to Taormina, and they hurried on during Labédoyère's absence, and he as fast as their feet could carry them, in found among his letters, to his great surthe hope of being beyond the reach of prise, a missive from the old priest sumcapture by daybreak. For the Genoese inoning him at once to Paris. His friends did not think it safe to pursue their jour. tried hard to dissuade him from obeying ney after dawn, since he did not know the summons. But the old priest had what direction the band had taken, and obtained an ascendency over him which wished to avoid the risk of meeting it. he could not shake off, and he started the He took the further precaution, whenever following day for Paris, taking the Geno. they came to a stream, to wade through it ese ex-brigand with him. for a considerable distance and get his On arriving in Paris, he went without companion to do the same, in order to delay to the address which the old priest throw the hound off the scent in the event had given him, but found the old man had of their being pursued. Towards day- gone out of town. He had, however, left break they found themselves following a note behind him for Labédoyère, to say the course of a wide but shallow mountain that he would call upon him at midnight stream, whose banks were covered with on the twenty-third of Jine. It was now brushwood. By the advice of the Genoese the 17th of June, and Labédoyère sent out they walked into the stream, and waded that evening an invitation to two of his back through the midst of it for about a most intimate and most serious-minded quarter of a mile, till they came to a rock friends to dine with him on the fatal standing in the middle of a deep pool, and night. He added in a postscript that they covered with long grass and dense jungle. would oblige him by retiring at ten To this rock they both swam, and then o'clock. They knew what that meant, hid themselves, all dripping as they were, for the story of his mysterious doom bad in the middle of the thicket. They were got abroad among his friends. The fatal just in time, for the quick ear of the Gen-twenty-third arrived, and Labédoyère and oese caught in the distance the deep bay- his two friends dined quietly together. ing of the bloodhound.
At ten he was left alone, as he thought. The hound was then so close that they He placed himself in an armchair in the could see the swaying of the bushes on room in which they had just dined, and the bank of the stream as he made his began to read Pascal's “Pensées,” his eyes way through them. At length he reached meanwhile glancing occasionally off the the place where they had entered the page of the book to the face of the clock water. He plunged at once into the on the mantelpiece opposite. Eleven stream and ran up and down the opposite o'clock struck, and Labédoyère fancied bank. He had lost the scent and after that a clammy numbness was creeping sundry desperate efforts to recover it, he over him. But he tried to persuade himstoodstock still and bayed aloud his dis- self that it was only nervousness, and appointment.
made an effort to go on reading. HalfLabédoyère and his companion were past eleven struck, and Labédoyère felt interested witnesses of all this, and also his pulse. It was certainly going more of the arrival on the scene, half an hour slowly than it ought. Still it might be later, of the capobriyante and four of his only nervousness. A quarter to twelve band. They searched diligently both struck, and Labédoyère closed his book sides of the stream, and passed and re- and sat with his eyes fixed on the clock passed within a few yards of the hiding, and his finger on his pulse. There was place of the men they were in search of. no doubt now: the pulse had almost Fortunately it never occurred to them to stopped, and a deadly chill had taken think of searching that. At last, with possession of Labédoyere's frame. And some curses at the dog, they appeared to then the great clock of Notre-Dame begive up the pursuit. But the fugitives gan to toll out on the silence of the middid not think it safe to leave their place night air the hour
midnight — the hour concealment till it was quite dark. Then of doom for Labédoyère if the old priest they resumed their fight with a will, and was a true prophet. As the echo of the found themselves in the early morning at last stroke of the hammer was dying away the Villa San Juliano.
on his ear, he fell back in his chair in á Labédoyère was greeted as one risen state of semi-consciousness. How long from the dead. The marchese had sent he remained in that state we happen to to his banker in Catania for the ransom know, for a pair of keen eyes, unknown to
him, were earnestly watching him. And among those of her sex who have been before life had quite departed, and while foremost and best in this kind. For this his mind still hovered, as it were, on the high position she seems not to have been border-land of the material world and the critical, independent, original, or in short world unseen, the pressure of a heavy intellectually powerful enough. In many hand was laid upon his shoulder, and a ways more attractive than characters on hollow voice, as from the tomb, sounded whom nature has bestowed a larger dose in his ear the startling summons,“ Awake, of pungency and salt, she belongs to a for I am going to — shut up the church.” type that is happily not uncommon in our The doomed man opened his eyes slowly, generation. Profoundly devout by nat. and saw standing before him, key in hand, ural predisposition and sentiment as well the beadle of Notre-Dame !
as by education and surrounding, such MALCOLM MacColl. women find a way of uniting with an ever
present spirituality of mind a sincere interest of secular knowledge no less than in the common facts of human life. Their
range is only moderately wide ; but within From The Fortnightly Review.
it they are intelligent, sympathetic, appreTHE JOURNALS OF CAROLINE FOX. *
ciative, and, above all, eagerly receptive “At Falmouth,” says Carlyle, in his of moral impressions. Surveying the life of John Sterling, "he had been world with a quiet and gentle eye, such warmly welcomed by the well-known women seldom see the deeper places of Quaker family of the Foxes, principal the human heart, or the confused perplexpeople in that place, persons of cultivated, ity of much of human life and motive. opulent habits, and joining to the fine But they impart a singular graciousness purities and pieties of their sect a rever to the scene, and their friendship is one ence for human intelligence in all kinds. of the choicest gifts within men's reach. The family had grave elders, bright, Miss Fox was born in 1819, and she cheery, younger branches, men and wom. died in 1871. Like the great emperor, en; truly amiable all, after their sort. she might at the end of her days have • Most worthy, respectable, and highly offered thanks to the gods that they had cultivated people, with a great deal of given her good forefathers, good kinsfolk, money among them,' writes Sterling in a good sister, good teachers, and in all the end of February (1840), who make that surrounded her, in relations and in the place pleasant to me. They are con- friends, people who were usually all of nected with all the large Quaker circle, them filled to the full with goodness. the Gurneys, Frys, etc., and also with This highest kind of good fortune seems Buxton the abolitionist. It is droll to never to have deserted her. Her life was hear them talking of all the common no Odyssey, nor is there any story to tell. topics of science, literature, and life, and She was always active in those good in the midst of it: “ Does thou know works of modest benevolence which kind Wordsworth ? " or “ Did thou see the women find out for themselves, and she Coronation ?” or “Will thou take some watched with pensive solicitude the surg. refreshment?" They are very kind and ing tide of politics and social circumstance pleasant people to know.'” †
as waters beating on a distant shore. But One of the daughters of this kind and when all is told, she may be counted pleasant household was Caroline Fox, and among those to whom in its best sense we her journals and letters are now given to may apply Lamartine's beautiful line, the public in a volunie which is almost
Rien ne reste de nous sinon d'avoir aimé. inappropriately sumptuous. Women, as we have been told more often than enough, When she was five-and-twenty (1844-5) are better bands at diaries and corre- the little preliminary memoir informs us, spondence than men, though Boswell
, there came a time of great sorrow." Cowper, Gray, Horace Walpole, and Vol. " A considerable blank occurs in the jour. taire are proof sufficient that the rule is nals of these and some of the succeeding by no means universal. The lady whose years; what she wrote at this time conjournals are before us will not take a place taining, save so far as is extracted, noth
ing but a most sacred record of great * Memories of Old Friends : being Extracts from personal suffering and inward struggle. the Journals and Letters of Caroline Fox, of Pen-Hers was a nature to come out of sorrow, jerrich, Cornwall, from 1835 to 1871.
Edited by Horace N. Pvm. London: Smith, Elder & Co.
be it ever so deep or bitter, strengthened † Carlyle's Life of John Sterling, pt. iii., ch. ii. and ennobled by the lesson, and striving
still more earnestly for the victory over the chance which brought some people, self.” It is not impertinent, we believe, and did not bring others, to Cornwall and to conjecture that the death of John Ster- to Falmouth. Still the names that we ling, which happened in the autumn of have cited show the direction and the 1844, had some share in this sorrow. Of limitation of her inner thoughts. There that unspoken resignation which belongs is little evidence of keen penetration or to the vast and silent martyrdom of women of strong grasp in the reports of converthrough the ages, we may well believe sation, and in some cases the point does that this fine nature had its share. But it not seem to have been quite accurately is for the most part unspoken in these caught. But as a whole the record is pages. The English habit of reserve and intelligent, sympathetic, cheerful, and exsilence, which is partly a rather stupid tremely agreeable. It is one of the books shyness, but is partly also due to a true that help to clear away some of the "petmoral delicacy, checks that expansive ty dust that each day brings, our soon tenderness of sympathy and aspiration choked souls to fill. More than once which gives their unspeakable charm to Miss Fox speaks ill of pleasure. She such letters, for instance, as those of Eu- enters, for instance, that they had tea génie de Guérin. For this peculiar at- with her brother at the farm. “He was traction we must always look to France, all a host should be to his large party, whether the reason lies in the larger care but a day of pleasure is not half so pleasthat has been given to emotional cultiva. ant as other days.” On these other days tion, sometimes even amounting to sick. what we are conscious of is an even, tranliness, by Catholicism; or in the finer quil radiance of spirit which far more sensibilities that are encouraged, by the truly deserves the name of pleasure than literary and social tradition of France, so profusion of more boisterous joy. superior as it is in these respects to our We could wish that the surgery which
In the journals and letters before is inseparable from all respectable editing us we have only to divine the tears and had been rather more unsparing. One prayers and nameless moments of the cannot help observing that Miss Fox's undefined suffering that is not very far simplicity must often have been imposed removed from a kind of peace, with which upon in respect of the authorship of stothe writer bore her portion of the cha- ries and good things. She attributes to grins of every human lot. All that side her brother the description of Tom Moore is veiled, and it is well that it should be so, as "a little cupid with a quizzing.glass for our language is too stiff and masculine constantly in motion.” Mr. Gregory, who. easily to lend itself to confessions of fair ever he was, must have had consicierable souls. There is in the book no marked courage in telling his Falmouth friends spiritual accent, and there is neither the that the following bit of Joe Miller actufever nor the languor, which are so apt in ally occurred to himself: certain high-strung natures to follow one Mr. Gregory told us that, going the other another in painful alternation. On the day by steamer from Liverpool to London, he other hand, there is nothing of the pre- sat by an old gentleman who would not talk, cieuse or the poseuse; and we are in the but only answered his inquiries by nods or region of real ideas and sentiments, not shakes of the head. When they went down of literary minutiæ. The lady's friends to dinner, he determined to make him speak if were some of the choicest spirits of the possible, so he proceeded, “You're going to time, and intercourse among
London, I suppose ?” A nod. “I shall be
happy to meet you there ; where are your worthy of their high vocation. The names in Miss Caroline Fox's his friend with the energy of despair broke
quarters?” There was no repelling this, so journal show the region in which her out, “ I-I-I-I-I-I'm g-8-8-going to D-D-D-Docchief interests lay. The two men of tor Br-Br-Br-Brewster to be c-c-c-cured of this whom in her pages we see most are Mill sl-sl-sl-slight im-impediment in my sp-sp-sp(before he had become the head of a sp-speech.” At this instant a little white face school), and John Sterling when he must which had not appeared before popped out have been at his best. Beside them, but from one of the berths and struck in, “ Th-thwith less copiousness of record, are
th-that's the m-m-m-man wh-wh-who c-C•C-C-C
cured me!” Wordsworth, Carlyle, the Bunsens, Maurice, Kingsley, Hartley Coleridge, and Many of the pointed things are decidedly many others up to Tennyson. Miss ancient; the story, for instance, of Charles Fox's acquaintance with those conspicu- Lamb being asked by, Coleridge, “ You ous personages was in some degree the have heard me preach, I think?” and result of accident. Much depended on replying, “I have never heard you do
anything else.” This, too, is of the odd- where else so vivid an impression of
Mill's interesting and attractive personal
ity as is to be gathered from the pages Talked of Philip von Artevelde (Taylor), before us. It was in the beginning of Irving, Coleridge, and Charles Lamb being 1840 that the Foxes found Mrs. Mill with together; and the conversation turning on her daughters, Clara and Harriet, nursing Mahomet, Irving reprobated him in his strong. est manner as a prince of impostors, without Henry Mill, who was dying of consumpearnestness and without faith.' Taylor think-tion, in lodgings on the terrace. " Maming him not fairly used, defended him with ma and Barclay have both seen him, and much spirit. On going away, Taylor could speak of him as a most beautiful young not find his hat, and was looking about for it, creature, almost ethereal in the exquisite when Charles Lamb volunteered his assist. delicacy of his outline and coloring, and ance, with the query, “ Taylor, did you come with a most musical voice." in a h-h-hat or a t-t-t-turban?”
Henry Mill was only nineteen. James
Mill, his fanious father, had been dead for They go to Bridgewater House to see the four years. John Mill, his more famous pictures and meet Sterling, there., His brother, was fifteen years older than himcriticisms were "very useful and illumi- self. The “ Autobiography” has told us nating.” He surely then gave them some that the stern system which had made the thing fresher than this:
Mill whom we knew what he was, was A fine ecclesiastical head suggested the relaxed with the younger members of the following story. A Protestant bishop was de family. “It is impossible,” says J. S. claiming to a Roman Catholic on the folly of Mill, in a touching passage, “not to feel a belief in purgatory. “My lord,” was the re- true pity for a father who did, and strove ply, “ you may go farther and fare worse. to do, so much for his children, who would
have so valued their affection, yet who. There are a good many other facetiæ inust have been constantly feeling that which might reasonably have amused the fear of him was drying it up at its source. worthy Cornish ladies, and might have This was no longer the case later in life, been fresh to them, and yet which are not and with his younger children. They at all worth reproducing in a book in. loved him tenderly.” It is interesting to tended for public perusal, and in other think of the sons of that Stoic, whose respects so extremely well deserving pub- moral convictions were wholly severed lic perusal. The only other comment from religion, and who looked on belief in that we need make on the editing is that Christianity as a mental delusion, being the notes often tell us about people who brought into intimate and affectionate are already well known, while they as contact with a family to whom religion often leave us in the dark about those of was the very breath of their life. Here is whoin the world knows nothing. The one of the earliest extracts: index, too, is bad. The prefatory me. moir, on the other band, is written in
- Mamma had an interesting excellent taste and with deep and sincere little interview with Henry Mill, and took him feeling
in a bunch of Lignonia sempervirens which he
exceedingly admired, and thanked her warmly The most interesting episode in the for all the little kindnesses that had been book to many of us of this generation will into the flowers, and wanted to have them ex
shown him. He particularly enjoys looking undoubtedly be John Stuart Mill's visit to plained, so we sent him Lindley as a guide. Falmouth. Carlyle just mentions it in Mamina led the conversation gradually into a the “Life of Sterling," but the incident is rather more serious channel, and Henry Mill described in these pages with all the ful- told Clara afterwards that her kind manner, ness of a diary, and a most charming her use of the words thee and thou, and her piece of diary it is. It gives a side of allusions to religious subjects quite overcame Mill's character in full, which is only him, and he was on the point of bursting into
She gave him a hymn-book, and Clara dimly and almost drily hinted at in the “ Autobiography,” and which would per
marked one which she specially recommended haps be hardly divined from merely read the last few evenings they have read him a
“As thy day, thy strength shall be.” For iný Mill's writings. Professor Bain's
, psalm or some other part of Scripture. three papers on Mill, contributed to Mind a couple of years ago, help to fill in the The next day they actually saw the rather meagre narrative of the "Auto-new-comer of whom Sterling had already biography, ,” but those who had not the told them as “a man of extraordinary happiness of knowing him can find no- power and genius, the founder of a new
school in metaphysics, and a most charm- | mony are the last things abandoned in a deing companion."
parting faith, because the most obvious and March 16. – His eldest brother John is now Then we got to Luther and the Reformers.
connected with the prejudices of the people. come, and Clara brought him to see us this Luther was a fine fellow, but what a moral is morning. He is a very uncommon-looking
to be drawn from the perplexity and unhappiperson-such acuteness and sensibility marked
ness of his latter days! He bad taught people in his exquisitely chiselled countenance, more resembling a portrait of Lavater than any and had imagined that their opinions would
to think independently of their instructors, other that I remember. His voice is refine- all conform to his; when, however, they took ment itself, and his mode of expressing himself tallies with voice and countenance.
so wide and various a scope, he was wretched,
He squeezed papa's and mamma's hands without aberrations; and though so triumphant in his
considering himself accountable for all their speaking, and afterwards warmly thanked them reform, shuddered at the commotion he had for kindnesses received." Everything,” he made, instead of viewing it as the natural and said, “had been done that the circumstances necessary result of the emancipation of thought of the case admitted.” Henry received him from the trammels of authority, which he himwith considerable calmness, and has at inter- self had introduced. “No one,” he said with vals had deeply interesting and relieving con- deep feeling, “should attempt anything inversation with him.
tended to benefit his age, without at first makThe invalid lingered for some three ing a stern resolution to take up his cross and weeks after his brother's arrival, and J. S. to bear it. If he does not begin by counting Mill himself remained in Falmouth for a the cost, all his schemes must end' in disapfew days longer. He seems to have seen pointment; either he will sink under it as the Foxes nearly every day. They had Erasmus, or pass his life in disappointment
Chatterton, or yield to the counter-current like delightful walking parties, dined together, and vexation as Luther did.” This was evitook their luncheon in the open air, and it dently a process through which he (Mill) had was in the air that Mill was at his best. passed, as is sufficiently attested by his careHe told them of “the extreme elation of worn and anxious, though most beautiful and spirits he always experienced in the coun. refined, countenance. He sketched the char. try, and illustrated it with an apology by acters of some of the Reformers contempo, jumping.” Some of his talk during these rary with Luther. Erasmus sincerely fancied pleasant excursions in sympathetic con- that, he promoted the Reformation by that panionship is full of suggestion, though popularity of manner which characterized
bending smoothness of deportment and that now and then we come upon a remark him; this, indeed, recommended him to kings which we cannot but suppose to be misre- and emperors, but his friends were deeply cut ported. We may at least be pretty sure by bis Aexibility and his laisser faire princithat it would be safe to apply to Mill's ple. Melancthon's vocation was not to be a talk, on these as on other occasions, what leader in any great movement, but to be a Goethe said to a friend of Sterling's about faithful follower to the last — and this he truly Schiller: “ I have never heard from him was to Luther. Amongst other greai continan insignificant word.”
gent effects of the Reformation was the influ. They made a walking party to Penden- ence it had on the German language; Luther's nis Cavern, with which they were all de Bible stamped it, and gave it a force, an enlighted.
ergy, and a glory with which it has not parted.
The Bible and Shakespeare have done more J. S. Mill proposed leaving the lighted than any other books for the English lancandles there as an offering to the gnomes. guage, introducing into the soul of it such He was full of interesting talk. A ship in grand ideas expressed with such sublime simfull sail he declared the only work of man that plicity.” under all circumstances harmonizes with nature, the reason being that it is adapted to
On another occasion where Mill had purely natural requirements. .. The whole joined the family at dinner and Sterling inaterial universe is small compared to the had come to tea, the afternoon talk had guileless heart of a little child, because it can begun with science, architecture, and contain it all and much more. ... Speaking painters: of the women in France being those who kept up the appearance of religious zeal more than The evening was then devoted to a glorious the nien, he in part accounted for it by the discourse on Reason, Self-Government, and sort of premium which the Bourbons would subjects collateral, of which I can give but the offer on regular attendance and support of barest idea. Sterling was the chief speaker, established forms. This induced a shrinking and John Mill would occasionally throw in an from the service in the stronger minds from a idea to clarify an involved theory or shed light ciread of the imputation of hypocrisy; and on a profound abysmal one. The idea of a though the effect is bad, the cause is credita- guiding principle has been held by the best ble to human nature. Superstition and cere- minds in all ages, alike by Socrates and St.